okay okay. so i've never posted a Lost fic before, and i've only seen the first season (my MUM, of all people, rented it, and we watched it, but she won't let me watch the next season until after winter break. so most of my Lost-fics will be only based on Season 1).
DISCLAIMER: lost isn't mine. of course. i wouldn't come up with such a fucked up plot.
i was reading a bunch of Lost fics, and felt like writing this. it obviously takes place very very early on in the first season. first week or so, even. drabbbbleishtastic.
read and please review! and, of course, enjoyyyyy.
[my name is] Inconsequential
It's Going to Rain
There's a certain tension in the tropical air, but it isn't too bad.
It's like the stale tension of a reality TV show.
At the end of an episode, everyone's relatively happy, except for that one character left to solve the cliffhanger next week. But that discomfort is outweighed by everyone else's relative happiness.
Likewise, the survivors are content in their new, beach side residences, and have almost forgotten where the hell they've ended up and how the hell they got there.
Still, there are other kinds of tensions wafting about.
Jack and Kate are looking at each other with that look again.
Sawyer is staring on, hungrily.
Boone is gazing at the stars, pretending Shannon isn't curled up next to him like the sexy cat she is—Sayid is watching.
Locke's either a protector or a predator. Walt thinks the former; Michael, the latter.
Sun and Jin are disparate, yet so in love.
Hurley's CD player is still going and he's lost in the music, but who knows how long the bats'll last.
Charlie's hand is on Claire's stomach, but she's asleep and doesn't know. It's likely she'll shove him off if she wakes up, despite how much she wants him to stay.
A quiet moan begs please into the night, and those awake glance around, wondering in silence.
That's when Vincent starts howling, and everyone wakes to remember where the hell they are. And then everyone panics when they conjure up visions of where the hell they'd rather be.
xfin.
things ensue, i'm sure you know...
